Her Unwanted Marriage | MikhAiah

Chapter 29

A/N: Errors Ahead

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Stephanie's POV

I remember Johann's words clearly—"I'm so proud of you." Words I’ve always longed to hear, but they came too late.

As I sat alone in my room, her voice echoed in my mind, over and over, like a song stuck on repeat. Proud daw siya sakin? Kung kailan wala na, saka niya nasabi? Kung kailan hindi ko na hinahanap, kung kelan hindi ko na gustong marinig mula sa kanya, saka niya ipinaalala na minsan gusto ko rin siyang maramdaman sa tabi ko.

I closed my eyes, and like a cruel movie reel, the memories started to play. I remember every night I cried because of her. I would ask myself over and over again—bakit hindi niya kayang maging proud sakin?

Back then, I was chasing my dreams with everything I had. But instead of support, it was Johann herself who became my biggest obstacle. Her words, her doubts, her criticisms—they broke me in ways I didn't think were possible.

Now here I am again, feeling the same pain I thought I had left behind. It's like every wound she gave me has been ripped open again, bleeding with all the hurt I buried so deeply.

I thought I was over her. I thought I was done crying over someone who couldn't even see my worth. But hearing her say those words—it felt like a cruel joke. Like she was trying to undo years of pain with a single sentence.

"Why now?" I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. "Bakit ngayon lang?"

I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to hold myself together. I wanted to hate her so badly. I wanted to push away the memories of the nights I begged for her understanding, for her to just believe in me.

But instead, all I could feel was the familiar ache in my chest. Ang sakit pa rin pala.

I don't know if it's because I still care, or if it's just the weight of everything we lost. But one thing is clear—no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, Johann still has the power to hurt me. And that terrifies me more than anything.

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Aiah's POV

While Mikhael and I were on our way back to the hotel, I felt my phone vibrate. Nang tingnan ko, it was a message from Mama Jovy.

09:20 P.M. Mama Jovy
> "Congratulations, Aiah! You're part of the Prada Summer Fashion Week lineup as one of their ambassadors. You'll be modeling alongside Stephanie Sevilleja and Jeremy G."

My heart raced with excitement. Kasama ako sa Prada Summer Fashion Week! I couldn't believe it. This was a huge opportunity, and to be part of it with Stephanie Sevilleja and Jeremy G—both famous Prada models—made it even more thrilling.

I smiled to myself, my mind already imagining the glitz and glamour of the event. "Hub, guess what," I said, turning to her.

"What is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I just got the confirmation for Prada's Summer Fashion Week!" I beamed, barely containing my excitement.

She looked at me with genuine pride in her eyes. "That's amazing, Wife! You deserve it."

After Mikhael said that, I noticed a different kind of sparkle in her eyes. She's really proud of me.

Before I could say anything, she gently pulled me closer. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed me on the forehead.